Picton was very proud of the old mansion, which had been in the
possession of the Woodridges for many generations. He loved the
glorious park with its magnificent trees, and undulating stretches of
land. Oaks of great age, with their knotted arms outstretched, studded
the landscape in all directions. There was a large lake, a mile long,
half a mile wide, and in it were pike of great size and weight. In
the river Aver, which flowed through the park, were trout, perch,
grayling, and many other kinds of fish, and here they were safe from
the voracious pike in the lake. Picton was a good angler, and he loved
to have a tussle with a twenty-four-pound pike, or a thirty-one-pound
trout in the river. He was the owner of the land for many miles round,
numerous farms, which had been in the same families for ages, and the
famous downs of Haverton, where so many good horses had been trained.
These downs were magnificent galloping grounds, and there was a clear
stretch of three miles straight--small wonder that Brant Blackett
turned out some good stayers.
Picton gloried in a good gallop on the downs, where the wind whistled
in freedom, and where there was no occasion to ease a horse until he
had done a four- or five-mile burst.
He was happy at Haverton--at least he always appeared to be--but there
was one thing cast a gloom over the place at all times: that was
the Admiral's death, and the cause of it--Hector's sentence to penal
servitude, after his reprieve. This was why Picton did not care to be
alone in the great house, why he always wished Captain Ben to be with
him. He had many friends who came to see him, but his best friend next
to Ben was Dick Langford, and he was far away in Devonshire. Sarah
Yeoman, at the end of a week, took it upon herself to speak to Picton.
"You're lonely, sir; you're brooding. It's not good for young folks
to brood. Wait till you're my age; then you can start if you are so
minded. The Captain ought to come, sir. He's been gallivanting on
the _Sea-mew_ long enough; I hope there's not a lady in the case, Mr.
Picton," she said.
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